Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.